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Journalists! Your moral and intellectual superiors!!
Right after the debate, Paul McGeough of the Sydney Morning Herald wrote:
Some frown when we try to psycho-analyse Donald Trump. But seriously, his post-debate antics demand further examination, and a possible upgrading from “stupid” to “very stupid”. (…)
In the closing minutes of the debate, Clinton had skewered Trump by graphically humanising his worst sexist and misogynistic traits – with the story of former Miss Universe Alicia Machado, who, according to her own account, Trump had demeaned as “Miss Piggy” and “Miss Housekeeping”, the latter apparently because she was Latina. (…)
Yet, this is what Trump told the gang on the talk show Fox & Friends of Machado, a Venezuelan who, at age 19, was crowned Miss Universe 1996: “She was the worst we ever had … ”
Worst? What was she up to – using the pageant as cover for running drugs, bank robberies or worse? If Trump was insisting that Machado was no Mother Teresa, what was she – a terrorist?
Steve Sailer (who does not write for the Sydney Morning Herald or any other newspaper) also after the debate, found this in the AP archives, probably in less than 15 seconds:
Venezuelan beauty queen Alicia Machado threatened “to ruin my career as a judge and … kill me,” Judge Maximiliano Fuenmayor said on national television.
The 21-year-old Machado, who created an international stir in 1996 when she gained 35 pounds after being crowned Miss Universe, allegedly called the judge after he issued an arrest warrant Wednesday for Juan Rafael Rodriguez Regetti.
Rodriguez, 26, is accused of shooting and wounding his brother-in-law, Francisco Antonio Sbert Mousko, outside a church in Caracas last November where Sbert’s wife _ Rodriguez’s sister _ was being eulogizing.
Rodriguez apparently blamed Sbert for driving her to commit suicide.
The victim’s family accused Machado of driving the getaway car, but Fuenmayor has not indicted her, citing insufficient evidence. The judge said there were no witnesses to place Machado at the scene _ or to back up her claim she was home sick at the time. (…)
The Phillies outfielder — enjoying the greatest season of his career, by the way; right around the time this story broke, he hit homers in six consecutive games — was engaged to former Miss Universe Alicia Machado. In May, she appeared on a Mexican reality television show called “La Granga (The Farm)” and … had sex with a fellow cast member on camera.
In Mexico a few years later, Machado insisted that her new baby was the child of businessman Rafael Hernandez Linares rather than of narco cartel druglord José Gerardo Álvarez Vázquez, a.k.a., El Indio, as Mexico’s Attorney General claimed. (…)
Alicia Machado became a U.S. citizen this year, just in time to vote for Hillary.
After all, that’s the American Dream: importing vast numbers of foreign ringers to elect you President.
“One of the requirements for naturalization is good moral character (GMC)” – Vol 12 Part D – CH – 9.
How much of her lurid life did she disclose to the U.S. government? Theoretically, applicants for citizenship must have “good moral character,” but we all know that “vetting” is racist.
Steve Sailer writes:
At this point Trump is on track to rank, along with Henry Clay, William Jennings Bryan, Al Smith, Barry Goldwater, and George McGovern, as one of the finest losers in American history. To win, however, Trump’s effort is going to have to be even more heroic than it has been to get him to where he is. (…)
The truth is that Trump isn’t really all that talented at what the professional wrestling business calls “mic work.” But as I pointed out a couple of months ago in my column “The Inarticulate Orator,” it’s precisely because he’s not terribly verbally facile that he’s been less likely to fall prey to the reigning bad ideas of our time the way Hillary has come increasingly under the sway of the Orwellian-Gladwellian conventional wisdom.
On the other hand, Trump’s huge challenge is that he’s trying to undermine, more or less single-handedly, the dominant mental bilge of our era. That’s not an easy task to accomplish in the off-the-cuff remarks Trump prefers. It takes longer speeches of the kind Ronald Reagan emphasized.
As this first debate showed, Trump can’t always rely on his sheer Trumposity to get his message across in his sentence fragments.
Trump’s secret weapon in his long climb to contention going back to his acceptance speech at the Republican convention has been that he has a brilliant speechwriter in young Stephen Miller…
If the commenters can find “JOOOOZ!” in their breakfast cereal (as Jim Goad has put it) then I shouldn’t get my hopes to high this week, or any.
I do expect there will be more than the usual number of those peculiar fellows who are still convinced, like alt-universe barroom boors, that bragging about how stupid you are makes you look smart…
Jewish guy Steven Spielberg had no business making The Color Purple, right? White girl Gwen Stefani was a bitch for wearing an Indian headdress? And why should this Halloween be different from any other? Disney is “under fire for ‘full body brownface’ Moana Halloween costume,” and it’s not even October.
So here’s my point:
Gord Downie is no more an Indian than “Grey Owl.” (And guess what? When I Googled “Grey Owl” to provide you with background, the Historica page presented me with a pop-up about…Downie’s new project!)
Surely the proprietors of Indian, Inc.—the chiefs whose annual salaries are, in some cases, higher than the prime minister’s (with the added bonus of being tax-free)—are denouncing this presumptuous, pretentious, pale-faced “rock star’s” white privilege, eh? How dare he write about one of their own?
And he’s refusing to give the medal back.
No, that’s not me being a bitch as usual.
I’m always yelling at Professional Jews about this, but it is no respecter of religions:
When you chase after honours and prizes, they have a habit of coming to life and tormenting you, like the Zuni doll in Trilogy of Terror.
Idolatry: It’s the first two Commandments for a reason!
Anyhow, Coren will find a way to blame some of his old “friends” for this, too.
They should give the medal to his wife. She’s a living saint.
Gavin McInnes writes on of his best in a long time:
Handle goes on to blame boredom for the drug war and says mass incarceration is your only option when dealing with a generation that’s never known discipline. It’s not a revolution. It’s fatherless kids looking for something to do. This makes a lot more sense than some kind of Black Panther covert op involving the empowerment of the underclass.
We tend to imbue our own pontification on everyone else because as a culture we were cursed with too much empathy. If jihadists blow up a building, we go back to the Crusades and try to determine which Christian transgression they are retaliating against. ISIS are nothing more than inbred sand people who have memorized a book that keeps repeating, “Convert or die.” They are basically Koko the gorilla in a terrible mood. When Osama bin Laden said 9/11 was about our foreign policy, he was simply parroting what we think would give him the most credence. To take him seriously is to make him Western. (…)
The fatherless Puerto Ricans in my Brooklyn neighborhood get their fades retouched every three days. This means lining up at the barber’s for hours waiting to get the same ridiculous haircut they’ve been getting their whole lives. They get mani-pedis, too. Without a dad to slap you upside the head, life becomes one big spa and there’s nothing political about it. On 9/11 Puerto Rican teenagers on my neighbor’s roof were laughing and yelling, “Yeah! Bomb that shit, nigga!”
Jim Goad writes:
I don’t remember anyone on the left referring to radical feminists as Nazis a couple years ago when they used a nearly identical metaphor regarding male rapists and M&Ms.
And the roots of Trump’s tweet go much further back than the Nazis. The idea that one bad apple can spoil the whole bunch didn’t start with The Osmonds, you know…
Refugees—a quarter of whom were Syrian—committed more than 200,000 crimes in Germany last year alone. Then there were the two terror attacks in one day pulled off by Syrian refugees in Germany this past July. And the four Syrian refugees nabbed in France for plotting an attack in Germany. And the Syrian asylum-seeker arrested in Germany for hacking a woman to death with a machete. And the two teenage Syrian refugees who confessed to strangling an Austrian man to death in his bathtub.
But it can’t happen here…right?
‘Of course, those dignified years when Chayefsky and Rod Serling and John Frankenheimer were producing great art for television…’
Indeed, Chayefsky seems to blithely ignore the great television of the seventies as he shows schedule conferences in which shows are described using the same cliched descriptions again and again. And when he mentions a quality show he does so backhandedly.
All in the Family is mentioned more than once but in the most telling, and ironically most inaccurate reference, Howard Beale (Peter Finch) makes the point that television will never make you feel bad or present you with harsh realities by saying, “No one ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker’s house.” Of course, Archie Bunker’s wife, Edith, indeed did die (from a stroke, not cancer) at the end of the run of the show.
But more importantly, television had already been dealing with harsh realities for years, despite Chayefsky’s assertion. A year before the movie was even released, Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake was killed off on M*A*S*H in a shocking final episode for him. And going back to the decade of Chayefsky’s prominence, writers like Rod Serling regularly wrote television like Patterns, made into a movie later, that deals with the harsh realities of a soulless business world that kills the good guys (literally in this case) and leaves the bad guys still at the top. Network has much to recommend it but there is, to be sure, a certain disingenuous nature to it as well.
Instapundit Glenn Reynolds ‘being investigated by his University, the University of Tennesse at Knoxville’
UPDATE: Interrupting the weekend blogging break…
I should have known that if somebody had this in his memory bank, it would be James Fulford at Vdare:
One of the local blacks who rescued Denny was not only ostracized by other blacks, his life was threatened, and he had to leave town. Here’s an LA Times piece, ten years after the riots…
I’m not posting more because I want you to go over and read the whole thing.
Partly because you’ll probably get a pop-up explaining that a surge in traffic has left Vdare servers strained, so they’re doing a fundraiser.
I link to them all the time. They’ve been talking immigration way before Trump ever thought of it.
James Fulford writes:
The Knoxville News Sentinel quotes Law School Dean Melanie D. WIlson as calling Reynolds’ post an “irresponsible use of his platform” and saying, “My colleagues and I in the university’s leadership support peaceful disobedience and all forms of free speech, but we do not support violence or language that encourages violence.”
Apparently not even in self-defense.
(PS: The black man who helped Denny was ostracized by other blacks. I’ll try to track down that interview. If you find it first, please let me know.)
Allan Massie writes:
In 1933 Churchill called him “the greatest law-giver among living men” and declared that he “has shown to many nations how they can resist the pressures of Socialism and has indicated the path that a nation can follow when courageously led.” In 1932 the British Tory newspaper, the Morning Post, while expressing reservations about dictatorship, judged that “History will be able to write the name of Mussolini among those of the noblest Romans who ever existed.” So general was the admiration for Il Duce that he even got into musical comedy, Cole Porter writing “You’re the top! You’re the Great Houdini! You’re the top! You’re Mussolini!” As late as 1937 Churchill praised Mussolini’s “amazing qualities of courage, comprehension, self-control and perseverance.” Some saw through him, of course, but on the political right especially, admiration of Mussolini and his Fascist regime was common.